When It’s Her Turn

Screw it. I need to write, at least a little.

sSs

“Why,” the princess asked, “Did Iris have to get married in MysteryState?”

MysteryState was cold and rainy and generally dismal grey beyond the glass. The princess made a face.

“This is where Iris decided,” I replied, helping her buckle her shoes.

“I think,” she said then, “That they should have gotten married on the beach. I’m going to

Happy Days

We’re off on an Adventure for a few days - November is crazy.

And Chris? Last week it was a break with a brace. This week, there’s plaster and a sling. And next week? We’ll just have to wait and see.

See you on the flip side!

A Stranger Said

For those of you who want to hear about spanking, I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait until Chris gets home. At least…. I’m not into self-spanking.

sSs

Never mind that he was just outside that 100-ft. magic circle that surrounds our polling sites, or that he wasn’t getting much joy from the people walking back and forth around him. No, never mind that.

A stranger said to me today, “

Read at your own risk

Please vote. That’s all.

Right. You thought I was finished? Of course not.

If McCain wins, I at least want to know it’s because there really are more people who believe in the McCain/Palin ticket than there who believe in Obama/Biden. I don’t want an election won on a minority of the popular vote by either candidate, so if you favor McCain, get your ass off the computer and to a polling place.

Only God Knows

With Chris away, the princess roams freely, even when I would choose a few minutes of privacy. So about two minutes before I finished showering, the bathroom door burst open.

“Mama!” she shrieked, her voice tinging with pride. “Look, you have to look at the picture I colored.”

“The Mickey Mouse one?” I asked, scrubbing my face.

“Yes,” she answered. “You have to look now. It’s for Iris*.”

“It

The Phone Call

Do you know that phone call that a firefighter’s spouse dreads?

I got it today. Yesterday, by the time you read this.

If it’s too late or even if it might be too late, they don’t call of course. No, if it’s very bad, someone shows up at your house. So, all in all, I am glad that Chris was able to call me himself, even though his voice was shaky.

I’m not so glad that he drove himself to the

One Halloween Night

I’ve never been a big fan of Halloween. Never. I mean, there’s always been something about it that’s made me slightly uncomfortable. As a child, the notion of dressing up in a ’stupid’ costume and knocking on neighbors’ doors to get candy I didn’t even like was off-putting. I wondered, even then, if it wouldn’t be a better decision financially to buy candy that we actually liked instead of cheap

Barbie McDonald

I do not take the princess grocery shopping if I can avoid it. I mean, for a loaf of bread and some juice - we can manage that perfectly and have fun doing it.

But for the big, weekly shopping trip where more food than girl comes home in the car? No.

It’s attempted intermittently, of course. Is she big enough? Will she get bored? Will she walk? Will I have to try and manuveur that

Seven

Argh. Sara of Finding Sara tagged me on a meme. And since I’m feeling all self-involved and overwhelmed by the prospect of a month of traveling on the horizon, followed by Christmas, and I don’t want to write about any of the things I’m thinking about, I’ll do it. But I will not NOT NOT tag people. ‘Cause if I did they wouldn’t do the meme anyway.

The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these

Traditional

Yes, early morning sex is a favorite of mine. But there is another kind of intercourse that ranks up there in the clouds of ecstasy. It’s another kind that I do not get to experience nearly often enough, mostly because there are so many positions, orifices and other alternatives that are fun, exciting, arousing and a bit naughty for both of us.

Most often, Chris will growl in my ear, “On your

Blue Moon Sex

My most favorite way to wake up is with Chris’s hands touching me deliberately, firmly, gently: my bottom, the backs of my thighs, my back, my shoulders, my cheek, my breasts. His hands are usually cool, as they do not stay under the blankets while he sleeps, and my body is usually warm, as it does.

Once in a blue moon he’ll kiss the back of my head, or my ear. Or the back of my neck if my hair

The Pigs Are Flying

My home state is as staunchly red as they come. In my growing-up years, it has always always always been the first state to fall red on the electoral map, sometimes before the polls even close. Indeed, according to Wikipedia, the trend began in 1860 when Abraham Lincoln won it. Since 1900 it has voted Democratic 4 times. In 1912, the Republican party was divided between Taft and Roosevelt and in

C’est La Vie

I’ve been hiding out, living I suppose, and not online. In any event, if you write a blog, I haven’t read or commented on it. If you’re on my Yahoo! Messenger list, I haven’t been signed in. If I have your phone number, I might have chatted with you, but probably not. If I live with you, you’re probably wondering why I want you to be within sight and sound of me. If you’re my mother, we actually

Random

Bill Murray and Dave Letterman were discussing Murray’s jump out of an airplane during a Chicago air show. Bill Murray had a soldier strapped to his back.

“But, but,” Letterman says, “This isn’t the first time you’ve had a man strapped to your back.”

Murray blushes, the audience titters.

“Well, yes,” Murray finally replies, “But this was not consensual.”

blink

In other news, Chris still

Creative Solutions

I feel … off. Disconnected. Unwanted. Foolish, or at least not sensible. Distracted. Ineffective.

It started, I think, Friday night. I had a nightmare. I had it - the same one - three times. It is detailed, personal and five days later when I think about it my heart beats faster and I can feel my throat tighten up as my body lurches with grief and tears. It is Perfectly Horrible, in that it